Rate the lyrics in this Verse out of 10

THESE ARE NOT MY LYRICS BTW

How would you rate these lyrics though. I think its corny. How about you?

Do you like it? Is it conry? What would you rate it?

Fake bitches so weak, they like combustible elements
I’m harder than corundum, you pussies lookin so delicate
Talkin shit to me, I’ll crush your whole skeleton
Haters so mad, they real salty and petulant
I say one word and make your girl wet as an ocean
You showin emotion, she likes me more cuz you’re atrocious
I’m prettier than Flacko, making art like I’m Picasso
You rappers are nothing, eat y'all up like tacos
I’ve been it, your woman saw my dick, she beggin
I ripped her ass and nutted on her face, happy endin
Call me Ugly Mane, I send em to the essence
You wacker than Pakyed, my music is a blessin
Uh, I smoke about two dimes and get to business
Make your bitch twerk so much, she sweatin more than a gymnast
Make about a couple thou, that’s my destiny
Rob you for your weaponry cuz that’s my fuckin specialty
And I’m at my highest supremacy, I’m killing this beat intentionally, cuz I don’t give a fuck bout actin respectfully
Not afraid to make new enemies, I’m chugging so much Hennessy, I wonder what’s my current life expectancy
If she say no, I’ll murder her fiance
She know I’m flyer than a V-22 Osprey
More connected than preteen bitches on Fun Run
The only time I ever give a shit is when the blunt’s done
Uh, and you faggots know I run this
Keep my name out your mouth unless you like crutches
Fuck a passing math grade, only counting these hundreds
Stop talking shit to me, your breath smell like onions!
So does the gutbox, I’ll just eat from my lunchbox
How you stink and expect me to get in between your buttocks?
Gunshots be louder than my white widow, every trait of me is like a magnet for these white bimbos
Blowin on that indo, jizz up in that bitch ho, if she gets pregnant imma throw her out the window
You gettin mad because I’m in your mama’s playlist
Ion even know why you fuck boys try to deny that I’m the greatest
On your A-List, other pussies spitting gay shit
You practicin ollies in the game, I’m bustin tre-flips
I ain’t cool with y'all, y'all ain’t cool with me, diss me in a shitty fucking track, bruh, that’s cool to me
Uh, it’s a bitch rapper holocaust, chain em up, slice em open, pelt em all with Molotovs

this is jtrauma’s lyrics in the “battle” you guys had.
I know this because you spammed posts about you guys' “beef” all over the forums, which no one really cared about.

look, i had no negative feelings for you when you posted your FIRST post about the “beef” you guys had, but you keep fucking repetitively bumping old posts about your “beef” on the forums and its starting to really piss me off.
you know yourself that a shitload of people dont give a damn about the “beef” and want you to stop. so please stop posting them. the forum is for legitimate discussion and the voting/discussing session has ended a LONG ASS time ago. if you do want to argue further about the “beef”, message jtrauma yourself please.

im not ranting because you haven’t passed puberty or any other biased reasons you can think of, im just saying because its a LONG, already throughly discussed issue on the forum that no one wants to keep seeing.